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AN/ these next chapters were co written with me so be ready for a weird taste in your mouth -
Cherry Blossoms
By Alan's Only AND Arlena Biotch
Part 5
"Sex ED," Dumbledore said with a smile.
Hermione's jaw dropped. "Sex…E-ED?" Hermione asked.
"Yes," said Dumbledore the glint in his eye sparkled.
"W-why?" Hermione stuttered. Her jaw was now shut.
"Because most of the students in this school were taken from the uggle school systum before they were taught anything. So I thought they should be taught here," said Dumbledore. Hermione didn't reply. "But only the second years to fifth years are going to be taught, and then next year it will only be the second years."
Hermione nodded. "Why are you asking me to help?" asked Hermione.
"Because this year they're will be about 120 students to a class, so, the teacher well need help," Dumbledore said. He popped another lemondrop into his mouth. Once done, he continued, "I thought you were one of the most eligible head students to help."
"Alright. What days?" asked Hermione thinking that there are no more surprises heading her way.
"For two weeks ,after lunch every week day,an hour in the great hall," Dumbledore said.
"Why after lunch? I have a class then?" Hermione said.
"Because that is the only class that you don't need. And that period is the only one the Professor has off," Dumbledore said.
"Who I'm a going to help?" Hermione asked. She couldn't remember what teacher had the hour after lunch off.
"Well...the professor you are helping will be the only one that can handle this many students," Dumbledore said a smile spread on his face. Hermione nodded and waited for him to finish yet geting annoyed rather fast. " And he is the only teacher that can get this class finshed in the alotted time... Plus he already agreed-"
"Yes, and I don't care if he already agreed. Now, tell me who he is." Hermione said growing impatient. She didn't notice how that came out, until Dumbledore raised an eyebrow at her, she covered her mouth and waited.
"You will be working with Professor Snape," Dumbledore finished. Hermione gasped. She excused herself and walked numbly out in to the corridor. She will have to sit through Snape, the man she was fully ready to fuck, talking about sex.
She walked up to her dorm where she saw Neville. All of Hermione's senses came back. But hatred was in an over abundance. Neville looked up at her. She walked up to him glaring ice spikes at him.
"Hermione, I can explain…" Neville said.
"Go ahead," Hermione said she sat down on a chair.
"Ginny...had come to me...with tears in her eyes. A-and I comforted her. I thought y-you and her had broken up," Neville said. His face showing fear.
"Did you ask?" asked Hermione. She crossed her arms.
"I didn't think I'd need to," Neville said his face falling.
"Did she…um…enjoy it?" asked Hermione; She looked over at the fire.
"She came back..." Nevilletrailled off,Hermione nodded and walked into her room. Tears had started to spill down her cheeks when she fell onto her bed. She soaked her pillow then turned it over.
Slowly she fell asleep.
The next couple of days went by uneventful.
Hermione's eyes slowly opened. She sat up and looked around. Her eyes met a couple of presents. She smiled and pulled one on to her lap. It was from her aunt in the USA. She was a witch but mum didn't know. She sent Hermione a laptop that was spelled to work in even the most magic filled place. She sat it aside to play on it later. She picked up a book shaped one and read the card
Pretty sure you don't own this one yet.
F.
Said Professor Flickwick's messy writing. He and Hermione loved cats. Though a gnome killed Crookshanks over the summer.
She ripped the paper off it. The book had a multi-colored cat on the front. She flipped through the book it was full of paintings of cats. She sat it down next to her and opened another gift. It was a hand knitted hat of red and gold.
Hermione,
Hope you like this. It's warm! Come down to the cabin later!
Your friend,
Hagird
Hermione smiled and put the hat on her head and pulled the last present onto her lap. It was heavy and looked like two books. She picked up the note.
Dear Ms. Granger
The notebook is for notes. Read through the other book and take notes. I want them by tomorrow.
Potions Master,
Severus Snape
She tore off the parchment wrapping wondering what kind of notes he wanted her to take.
"Sex Ed- For beginners" Hermione muttered, as she looked at the book, furious. "He's such an ass…" she threw the book across the room and it made a soft "thump" against the wall.
She sighed and got up. She walked in to the bathroom. Soon she walked out in sweats and a sweater. She had Hagird's hat on her head.
She headed down to the great hall and sat down in an open seat. Dumbledore had already started breakfast. She reached out and grabbed some toast.
"Did you get my gift?" squeaked Flickwick.
Hermione smiled and nodded then looked across the table to find Snape. "And yours." She said with a sneer.
Snape nodded. "Good Ms. Granger. I expect you to pay close attention to what is in that book then and I still do expect those notes by tomorrow, so I suggest you get to your rooms if you wish to have it done. Oh, and do make sure you read all of it."
"Of course, not like I was going to eat any more!" Hermione said sarcastically venom dripping from every word.
"Good, I will see you early tomorrow morning then, meet me before the lunch bell rings." With that he stood and with a swish of his cloaks, walked out of the Great Hall.
Hermione put a little hash browns on a fork and flicked it on the back of Snape's robes. Dumbledore had just turned his head in time to not see it, but as it stuck to the professors robes, a little smile appeared for a second, then was gone. Snape meanwhile had no recollection of the rogue hash browns attached to his robes and the few kids in the room were holding in fits of giggles while a 6th year Slytherin was looking like he might either laugh or tell the professor, but decided on neither and just sat there trying to eat his breakfast as a lopsided smirk was keeping his mirth to himself.
Just as Snape reached the doors a Hufflepuff 1st year catcalled.
Snape just kept walking storing in the back of his mind to punish Kyle Ingles both points wise and grade wise, since his potions skills were lacking, as he was too interested in every girl, in all the houses, to notice his studies.(Co.AN: Yes, Kyle Ingles is a real person, and he's an asshole! That's why we have put the wrath of SS on the evil bastard. Muahahahaha! So yeah, back to the story at hand…)
'Stupid Ms Granger, thinking she can be sarcastic to me; one of the most sarcastic bastards in the school. She will pay…' He vowed. He opened the door to his office. He sat down behind his desk then a weird look crossed his face.
Oh yes, she well pay… he thought as he got back up to change.
TBC
AN/ Heh…I wouldn't want Snape's wrath…don't give me that look! Fine I confess I wouldn't mind…
Oh and my friend is the CO AN. She was the main author of Challengers of the Darkness
(Co.AN) The names Arlena biotch, get it right! Heh, but 'tis okay, and it was your plot bunny that got the story started, I just used some tricks and tips from my brain to put it in story form, so don't let me take all the credit! Wait…what am I saying! God, I've gone mad! AHHHHHH! Bah, I've lost it again, AO! HELP! cries in a corner, banging her head into her monitors screen see the other story for where that came from…x.x
AN/ MY MONITOR! BACK OFF THE MONITOR! FUCK! DON'T BREAK THE DAMN THING! beats with keyboard about the head also see COTD for information…or just if you want to know WTF this crazy shit is about…